[MINGLE] Breakfast Feast

[sixthiteration]

WHERE: Lawn in front of 6I Inn
WHEN: Morning, April 5
OPEN TO: ALL - Mingle
WARNINGS: n/a

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The day dawns bright and just a little cool, soft mist rolling over the distant mountains as the forest stretches and yawns in the breeze. It's another beautiful morning in this new-old village, just waiting for its inhabitants to begin filling it with the work of the day.

But this day, there is a surprise. A gift, if you will, not unfamiliar to the old timers, although they know too that sometimes these gifts come with strings.

On the lawn in front of the 6I inn, all of the tables, chairs and even the bar has been moved out into the breaking sunshine. A breakfast feast has been arranged, tables piled high with every imaginable delicacy and comfort food of a certain era: Muffins, toast, coffee, fruit, pop-overs, crumpets, lamb chops, porridge, hot chocolate, biscuits, and every kind of egg, just to start. Even the bar is stocked for those itching for mimosas, mint juleps or irish coffee.

Of course, anyone who has spent time in the wilderness can tell you: In a place gone wild, it's only a matter of time before the scent of food draws in unwanted visitors. Eat up while you can, villagers; you may be sharing your plate soon.


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[ethnobotany]

"I wouldn't want him to be trapped here," she amends slowly, "but I would always want to introduce him to the people I care about." Of which Ned is most definitely one. She has come to care for him a lot and appreciate their friendship.

She is, of course, more than happy to talk about Wesley, and likely will soon enough, but for the moment, she lets Ned answer her question first. Her smile warms even more as he talks about his children and she nods. "I haven't really met any of them yet, but I know Raleigh and he speaks of Sansa very lovingly. You must be very proud of all of them." She knows she would be, in his place.

Taking a sip of her drink, she uses the time to center herself before she begins to talk about her son. Not that the topic of Wesley is difficult, she loves her son very much and is more proud of him than words can say, but if she needs to talk about Jack... well... the wound might not be a gaping hole anymore, but the scab can be picked easily enough.

"Jack and I only had one. Wesley was five when Jack was killed, so he's all we really had time for. But Wesley has always been the light of my life. He wasn't able to make friends easily growing up. He's always been so smart. He followed in his father's footsteps for a long time, but I think... once he started at the Academy, the pressure I unknowingly put on him was just too much. A lot of things happened to him and now he's chosen his own path. Maybe one day he'll come back to the Academy, but for now he's... traveling, I guess is the best way to put it. He's somewhere else and I just have to trust in his ability to take care of himself and his companion's ability to protect him."